Os کے بول

Tell me about your love affairs Tell me about your moral resignation Oh, uh-oh, oh oh oh oh Uh-oh, uh-oh Tell me about your love affairs I want to know all the lurid details Oh oh oh uh-oh Oh oh oh uh-oh oh Oh oh oh oh Uh-oh uh-oh I want to die today And make love with you in my grave I want to die today And make love with you in my grave All day All day Is this love of ours a lie? Is it killing me alive? Is this love of ours a lie? Is it chemically derived to ascertain And sequester the pain Is this love of ours a lie?